The fire was hunting, the sky was covered with thick smoke, and the whole world was filled with a burning smell. The unknown black object was pushed into the sky by the heat wave, and gradually disappeared in the company of dark gray clouds.【】
The fierce heat wave caused by the burning flames made the people beside the fire sweat profusely, and their winter clothes were soaked with sweat. The woman who pretended to be elegant took out her handkerchief to wipe the sweat on her head from time to time. The whole scene was quiet and strange, like
An overinflated balloon can fully explode with just the tip of a needle.
Zhong Qingye looked at the beautiful man in front of him with a shocked expression. His thick black sword eyebrows stretched a little, and then gradually frowned. He looked at her with a complex look like a messy computer firewall in the Ministry of Military Affairs. At first glance, there was actually a kind of
The feeling of Dharma metaphor.
what happened?
Zhong Qingye's impetuous heart finally sank little by little under such eyes.
Turning around, the crowd behind me was dressed in ancient costumes, with sideburns on their heads, robes on their bodies, and long boots and flower shoes. Looking further ahead, they saw the long-standing pavilions and buildings, exquisite
Small bridges, flowing water, and even the moss-covered bluestone pavement no longer describe its long history.
The girl in purple, wrapped in a tooth-white robe, slowly, slowly frowned.
The sky above his head was long and deep, as dark as a big pot covering the top. Zhong Qingye raised his head, and a night bird chirped with a sharp voice, its black wings flapped sharply, and its body was as sharp as black.
The sword flashed from the edge of the sky.
"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" The handsome man was startled by her sudden silence. He wanted to step forward but was afraid of the self-centered and independent smell in her body. He hesitated and frowned.
asked.
What's wrong? Zhong Qingye glanced at him, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly became sharp. Yes, what's wrong?
The sky above her head was still exactly the same as before, but her world was destroyed in an instant.
"Where is this?" Zhong Qingye asked calmly.
"Are you stupid? Of course this is..." An angry man behind him shouted loudly. Before he finished speaking, the handsome man in single clothes standing in front of Zhong Qingye glanced at him slowly, as if this
The handsome man had a very high status. He handed him over with just one look, and there was a sudden roar behind him, as if someone had eaten gunpowder.
"This is Jingyang City of Northern Qi Dynasty, the residence of the Zhong family." He said softly, his eyes coming over lightly, as if he was confirming something.
"Take your eyes back!" Zhong Qingye glared rudely: "No matter who you are, such an attitude will not benefit me!"
The handsome man was stunned for a moment, his eyes gradually calmed down, and he nodded: "Is there anything else you want to know?"
"Yes!" Zhong Qingye looked at him carelessly: "Who is your boss? What are the conditions? What is the purpose? What kind of force does it represent? If you have any idea, just draw it for me, and I won't be able to figure it out!"
She has already anticipated the seriousness of the problem. That kind of speculation is too idle and too realistic. Zhong Qingye would rather think that she was caught by some international force and that the other party performed it for her for some ulterior purpose.
Such a ridiculous farce.
The handsome man smiled slightly, his face was refined and noble, but his narrow eyes looked empty and dark, and he smiled: "I don't know what you mean, but Qing'er, I'm here."
Zhong Qingye raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
"I'm here, and I'll never leave again, so why don't you go clean and apply medicine?" The beautiful man's voice was low, and his tone was actually like pleading.